I am the Iron Soldier. When I roll up my sleeves, everyone knows who I am. They know me by my marks – twin serpents on my forearms, the scars red and raised. Six years ago, I cleaved the Serpent King in two. I saved our people.
Before the ritual they warned me: if I moved, it would be for naught. I lay still. I did.
Some nights, I still feel the brands searing my flesh, the memory of agony rushing through me, piercing me anew. My arms ache with the iron spirits, twisting beneath my skin.
Soon, they hiss. Sssssssoon.
Author bio: Kit Hamada spends most of her time writing love letters to computers, and occasionally to other people.
Forged is part of 101 Fiction issue 10.
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